Erm. A square is most definitely a square. A shape. A polygon. A form of a quadrilateral and a parallelogram. Quite interesting, isn’t it. And yet, the whole world is so confused about these things and others such as because so and so forth such as. Ha.
A square makes up many things in everyday life. Maybe it’s a house, the shape of a garden, or maybe even just the outline of your sandwich. Squares are funny things, maybe even optical illusions. I wonder who came up with the definition of a square. It really is an odd thing. I wish I came up with a shape, and then I’d be famous.
The pen was square. Small, too. Ten paces by ten paces – it left her with little room to move. Still, at least she could move. And while she could move, she had hope. Hope of leaving. Hope of escape. Hope of being somewhere else.
Square root? It’s pain in the ass. Especially when you forgot to add that on the Gaussian distribution. It sucks to study during break. That’s all in my mind now. Not even talking about square as some landmark.
Square describes a person who doesn’t do things that others do. A square is described as a dereogatory term, but thinking about it, why would you want to be a circle like everybody else. different is beautiful, embrace your inner square.
You settle for dust in your life and I am cherry blossoms. What happened to you? I can’t understand how you could reject me. Do you have any idea how many girls bent over backwards to get my attention and you, I gave you a spot in my thought every waking hour of the day and every second of my dreams. I ask again: what happened to you? Something had to, had to, had to have happened to you. There is no such thing as a girl not wanting me. I refuse not to not love you. I think you are confused how I could love you; You settled for dust in your life and I am cherry blossoms….and so are you.
What happened to you? I can’t understand how you could reject me. Do you have any idea how many girls bent over backwards to get my attention and you, I gave you a spot in my thought every waking hour of the day and every second of my dreams. I ask again: what happened to you? Something had to, had to, had to have happened to you. There is no such thing as a girl not wanting me. I refuse not to not love you. I think you are confused how I could love you. You settled for dust in you life, I am cherry blossoms.
i am a square peg being forced into a round hole. I know it’s usually the other way around, but I’ve always been a little different. I like things to be straightforward and to make sense, but the rest of the world acts like I need to be different from everyone else in order to be successful. I’m exceptionally glad I’ve reached a point in my life where I don’t care what kind of peg I am. I do what I want, when I want and screw everyone else.
Square
Perfect, four sides around
Always even
Not going to go and leave
Not going to go mess up the laws of math
Even, equal
Never once different
Always the same
this again. predictability and form. the way it stops abruptly, just when you seem to be having a good time and he seems to notice you a bit more than last time. Its cool around the edges. The wind blows through like the window is open.
What happened to you? I can’t understand how you could reject me. Do you have any idea how many girls bent over backwards to get my attention and you, I gave you a spot in my thought every waking hour of the day and every second of my dreams. I asked again: what happened to you? Something had to have happened to you. There is no such thing as a girl not wanting me.
Squares are the four sided shapes that describe most of our daily lives. Our lives are like squares that never end, it’s just the same thing everyday the only difference is when we finally get to that corner and have to start again.
Dice, pineapple chunks and blocks of ice
All things I like, but things that make my mouth purse
Things like rubix cubes, things like presents
Questionable things and things I can’t understand
Square things, cubed things. Always somehow
Unnecessary…always somehow so endearing.
there are edges a river wont cross. time that stops at places without curves and signs and something supple. I cannot explain the hold, the empty basket, the window-less room.
A square is something that represents an 4 fold equilibrium, a rare status in human nature, its four sided and the sides are equal in length, its often represented from the side view as a diamond.
Its is a four sided shape that is often used on tax forms and the like in order to indicate the choice you have made with a tick. When turned on its side a square is diamond shaped. Squares have equal length sides
There was a square on her front lawn. A blue, perfect square sitting right on the grass, like a lost lesson from 8th grade geometry. It was just staring at her. Emily, she thought to herself, what is this gorgeous piece of mathematical perfection doing on my lawn?
Squares are perfect. In every sense. However, circles get all of the positive feedback. Circles seem to never end, and they just go around and around. Squares are different. They have edges.. Flaws.. But they have corners to go explore and venture into.
I was in a square. I’m not sure what this meant. I moved around, all the angles were closed and sharp. My finger ran between them, and the cleavage slowly opened. Cold air came through; a tiny breeze of hope. Perhaps if I pushed hard enough, I could squeeze through.
i am in love
with this concept
it molds me
into how others see me
which sounds cheesy
but who really cares?
i can fit
any cliche i want to
really
or i can fit precisely none
and still feel like i’m a part of some
kind
of square
or community
or space
Math. Squared. I’m okay at math. Ok. I’m good. But not as good as my friend! Of course. Doesn’t that always seem to be the case. With everything. I am standing by giants.
Square, the bright flooding plaza in the middle of the busily bustling city market. Looking up the sky was the bright shining blue carpet, spanning over whole of Japan, stretching out to the place I left behind, I can now call home more vividly and painfully than I had imagines.
A square is not very interesting, because a square is part of a box. A box is where ideas are limited, and limiting ideas blocks all the wonderful things you can do with your imagination. A square is a limit, to leave it is to free yourself.
I love squares, but I hate how they relate to math. Squares are about being orderly, having a strict set of ideals and sticking to them. After all, any square can only be a square when it follows certain rules. But their dark side is exactly what makes them awesome. Their too rigid, too orderly. They lack fluidity.
the four sides make for a shape most amiable to behold. The very crux of civilization all within 90 degree angles, symmetry and convalescence. Surely this is when technology first played god. In this perfect, little shape.
A square is a four-sided object whose sides are of equal length. The word square can also be used to describe a person who is not ‘with the times’. A square, or box, can contain, restrict, hold back. A square can be lovely.
You won, fair and square. You beat me ’til my muscles ached. You scraped my pride across the wall. It hurt to walk or smile. It hurt to look at where my mother sat, the smile fading from her lips, as she soon realized that I wasn’t quite fit for these athletics.
The referee clung to your wrist and raised your fist into the air. The cheers and roars were deafening. I cleaned my face on a white towel.
Squares. They are such mysteries. Who made the square? Why did they call it a ‘square’? Why did the decide to make it with four equal sides and right angles? They are truly a mystery.
shape that is cool and nice and it is perfect and i love it so much spongebob squarepants is my favorite guy i love him he is so cute squares are the shapes of boxes and other things like tvs and what not… i like squares because i see them every day. they are so confining. and so nice.
Four perfect sides, four perfect lines, naturally we require that all sides must be perfectly uniform; to be abstract or obtuse, to be biting and acute; is to not be a square at all. But then again, rules are for squares.
Erm. A square is most definitely a square. A shape. A polygon. A form of a quadrilateral and a parallelogram. Quite interesting, isn’t it. And yet, the whole world is so confused about these things and others such as because so and so forth such as. Ha.
A square makes up many things in everyday life. Maybe it’s a house, the shape of a garden, or maybe even just the outline of your sandwich. Squares are funny things, maybe even optical illusions. I wonder who came up with the definition of a square. It really is an odd thing. I wish I came up with a shape, and then I’d be famous.
The pen was square. Small, too. Ten paces by ten paces – it left her with little room to move. Still, at least she could move. And while she could move, she had hope. Hope of leaving. Hope of escape. Hope of being somewhere else.
Square root? It’s pain in the ass. Especially when you forgot to add that on the Gaussian distribution. It sucks to study during break. That’s all in my mind now. Not even talking about square as some landmark.
Square describes a person who doesn’t do things that others do. A square is described as a dereogatory term, but thinking about it, why would you want to be a circle like everybody else. different is beautiful, embrace your inner square.
Squares.
Shapes.
Geometry.
Math.
School.
Homework.
College.
Future.
Career.
Life.
The squares showed a complex design on the piece of architecture in the art gallery before the observing individuals.
You settle for dust in your life and I am cherry blossoms. What happened to you? I can’t understand how you could reject me. Do you have any idea how many girls bent over backwards to get my attention and you, I gave you a spot in my thought every waking hour of the day and every second of my dreams. I ask again: what happened to you? Something had to, had to, had to have happened to you. There is no such thing as a girl not wanting me. I refuse not to not love you. I think you are confused how I could love you; You settled for dust in your life and I am cherry blossoms….and so are you.
I am not square. I am more of a triangle. Not a circle either. It is what it is!
What happened to you? I can’t understand how you could reject me. Do you have any idea how many girls bent over backwards to get my attention and you, I gave you a spot in my thought every waking hour of the day and every second of my dreams. I ask again: what happened to you? Something had to, had to, had to have happened to you. There is no such thing as a girl not wanting me. I refuse not to not love you. I think you are confused how I could love you. You settled for dust in you life, I am cherry blossoms.
i am a square peg being forced into a round hole. I know it’s usually the other way around, but I’ve always been a little different. I like things to be straightforward and to make sense, but the rest of the world acts like I need to be different from everyone else in order to be successful. I’m exceptionally glad I’ve reached a point in my life where I don’t care what kind of peg I am. I do what I want, when I want and screw everyone else.
Square
Perfect, four sides around
Always even
Not going to go and leave
Not going to go mess up the laws of math
Even, equal
Never once different
Always the same
this again. predictability and form. the way it stops abruptly, just when you seem to be having a good time and he seems to notice you a bit more than last time. Its cool around the edges. The wind blows through like the window is open.
What happened to you? I can’t understand how you could reject me. Do you have any idea how many girls bent over backwards to get my attention and you, I gave you a spot in my thought every waking hour of the day and every second of my dreams. I asked again: what happened to you? Something had to have happened to you. There is no such thing as a girl not wanting me.
Squares are the four sided shapes that describe most of our daily lives. Our lives are like squares that never end, it’s just the same thing everyday the only difference is when we finally get to that corner and have to start again.
Dice, pineapple chunks and blocks of ice
All things I like, but things that make my mouth purse
Things like rubix cubes, things like presents
Questionable things and things I can’t understand
Square things, cubed things. Always somehow
Unnecessary…always somehow so endearing.
A four sided figure that is a quadrilateral and is called “boring.”
ex: “Don’t be a square!” ~ “Squares are boring!”
A four sided figure that is not 3d and is pretty boring and just square so yeah.
there are edges a river wont cross. time that stops at places without curves and signs and something supple. I cannot explain the hold, the empty basket, the window-less room.
A square is something that represents an 4 fold equilibrium, a rare status in human nature, its four sided and the sides are equal in length, its often represented from the side view as a diamond.
Its is a four sided shape that is often used on tax forms and the like in order to indicate the choice you have made with a tick. When turned on its side a square is diamond shaped. Squares have equal length sides
There was a square on her front lawn. A blue, perfect square sitting right on the grass, like a lost lesson from 8th grade geometry. It was just staring at her. Emily, she thought to herself, what is this gorgeous piece of mathematical perfection doing on my lawn?
Squares are perfect. In every sense. However, circles get all of the positive feedback. Circles seem to never end, and they just go around and around. Squares are different. They have edges.. Flaws.. But they have corners to go explore and venture into.
I was in a square. I’m not sure what this meant. I moved around, all the angles were closed and sharp. My finger ran between them, and the cleavage slowly opened. Cold air came through; a tiny breeze of hope. Perhaps if I pushed hard enough, I could squeeze through.
i am in love
with this concept
it molds me
into how others see me
which sounds cheesy
but who really cares?
i can fit
any cliche i want to
really
or i can fit precisely none
and still feel like i’m a part of some
kind
of square
or community
or space
Math. Squared. I’m okay at math. Ok. I’m good. But not as good as my friend! Of course. Doesn’t that always seem to be the case. With everything. I am standing by giants.
Square, the bright flooding plaza in the middle of the busily bustling city market. Looking up the sky was the bright shining blue carpet, spanning over whole of Japan, stretching out to the place I left behind, I can now call home more vividly and painfully than I had imagines.
You are a square. I am a circle.
A square is not very interesting, because a square is part of a box. A box is where ideas are limited, and limiting ideas blocks all the wonderful things you can do with your imagination. A square is a limit, to leave it is to free yourself.
I love squares, but I hate how they relate to math. Squares are about being orderly, having a strict set of ideals and sticking to them. After all, any square can only be a square when it follows certain rules. But their dark side is exactly what makes them awesome. Their too rigid, too orderly. They lack fluidity.
used in math its a shape, a way to multiply numbers by themselves..yet in life if you are a square/block head your an a**…
the four sides make for a shape most amiable to behold. The very crux of civilization all within 90 degree angles, symmetry and convalescence. Surely this is when technology first played god. In this perfect, little shape.
dark blue looming– IKEA surrounded by derelict warehouses– & worn vintage
A square is a four-sided object whose sides are of equal length. The word square can also be used to describe a person who is not ‘with the times’. A square, or box, can contain, restrict, hold back. A square can be lovely.
You won, fair and square. You beat me ’til my muscles ached. You scraped my pride across the wall. It hurt to walk or smile. It hurt to look at where my mother sat, the smile fading from her lips, as she soon realized that I wasn’t quite fit for these athletics.
The referee clung to your wrist and raised your fist into the air. The cheers and roars were deafening. I cleaned my face on a white towel.
It was an ugly square of white light, flashing through the shattered glass just long enough to blind her.
Squares. They are such mysteries. Who made the square? Why did they call it a ‘square’? Why did the decide to make it with four equal sides and right angles? They are truly a mystery.
shape that is cool and nice and it is perfect and i love it so much spongebob squarepants is my favorite guy i love him he is so cute squares are the shapes of boxes and other things like tvs and what not… i like squares because i see them every day. they are so confining. and so nice.
Four perfect sides, four perfect lines, naturally we require that all sides must be perfectly uniform; to be abstract or obtuse, to be biting and acute; is to not be a square at all. But then again, rules are for squares.
“Don’t be a square” my Grandma always used to say. I still have no idea what it means.